Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Based On A True Story, artist - Too Short.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Based On A True Story |
sources Ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. |
After the |
release of Westside Connection and Mack’s new record, gangster rap |
seems to be at an all time high. |
Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat |
you either got ends or struggle to make ends meet |
You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel |
some uppity livin’good some faced with death in the ghetto |
I’m a product of the streets so I vow to never slip |
so I trust no one and keep a P. Coltrane on my hip |
I always paid attention while my O. G's was teachin' |
Rule number one if it’s on blast the first nigga reachin' |
either death or the pen’shit I had to do better |
It was a must I moved on and now I’m all about cheddar |
a young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang |
now girls be like you go Mack 10 baby do yo thang |
So I continue to get down and I keep writin’rhymes |
and I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times |
So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory |
and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story |
You can feel nigga |
It’s based on a true story |
You know it’s real nigga |
Based on a true story |
The year 1986 is when it all started |
now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted |
and as the saga continues I ride the wave like a Sea Doo |
not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do Niggas on they first album |
already sold a mil' |
So before you knock our style |
at least admit that it’s real |
It’s all sex drugs and violence |
so you pretend you ain’t checkin' |
You mean to tell me people |
really ain’t dyin’every second |
Now y’all made the rules |
niggas can say what they choose |
So if you gone ban Gangsta rap |
then you got to ban the news |
That means no weather report |
no Waco and the bad reverand |
No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven |
With no high school diplomas we became millionaires |
media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin’fair |
So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory |
and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story |
I crumble green on a magazine |
ready to roll a joint |
damn in this billboard |
I’m number one with a hollow point |
It was a rough road ahead |
but for my kids I gotta pave it so I twist one shake the weed out |
close the book up and save it |
'Cause my son li’l Mack |
might grow up and have a crew |
and he can show all his homies |
this what my daddy used to do See I was raised around gangstas |
and grindas since a youth |
so the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth |
With dedicated fans from bebe kids |
to bambinos and niggas that’s CEO’s |
before they reach they three O’s |
Maneuver through the corporate world |
makin’moves to take ours |
Rolling big German luxury and Italian sports cars |
so watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated |
and everytime it’s a homicide they call it gang related |
So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory |
and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story |
Too $hort talking: Say Mack baby, it’s yo pa’tna $hort dog man. |
You know I got yo back boy. |
You know a nigga like me I just left |
the Ferrarri dealer man. |
I ain’t go lie I know you ridin’rims. |
But the problem is, it’s a lot of mothafuckas out there that think we rappers man. |
That think we just sit at home and make this up at our momma’s house. |
I hate to tell y’all man some of us are real playas |
real ballers biitch. |